Behind the Mirror Lies...Behind the Mirror Lies…



Disclaimers and Notes: The X-Men characters in this story do not belong to me. 
They are the property of Marvel Entertainment and are being used without their 
permission. This story is not for profit it is merely for fun.



Jean Grey-Summers looked straight at me, pointed a finger and hissed, "I swear 
to God, if Scott sings 'MacArthur Park' in the shower one more time I'm going to 
leave his cake out in the rain!" She heaved a heavy sigh and then walked away.
Apparently, she needed to get that off her chest.
I get a lot of that. People walk up to me, look at me, see themselves through my 
eyes and often spout off about something that is getting their goat.
There are worse jobs, I guess. Jubilee came up to me one day with a real winner. 
"I have to say it. Out of every guy here Drake has the best ass!"
I have to admit that he does have a firmly toned butt. I even caught Elisabeth 
pinching it one day. That was a long time ago. She pinches Worthington these 
days, but that's hardly a secret.
I admit I'm mean sometimes. There are days when people look at me and don't feel 
so good about themselves. I have been known to accentuate the negatives every 
now and again. Everyone has off days. And besides, I make up for it. The days 
when people see themselves through me and all they see is beauty and wonder… I 
help there, too.
Basically, though, I just hang around and hear what no one else hears. Like the 
time Logan glared at me and murmured that he really didn't like his hair. Who 
would have seen that one coming?
Now, admittedly, there are others like me who are closer to some inhabitants of 
this mansion. I understand that in the bedroom there are all sorts of 
confidences, dreams and desires whispered that I am not privy to and probably 
never will be. I just wasn't designed to be in a bedroom. I'm too large, I 
think. Or too ornate. It's not as though people actively seek me out. Any 
secrets shared with me are spur of the moment. They breeze by me and cast a 
glance out of the corner of their eye.
In that glance they see the eyes of an old friend and that gives them pause. 
That pause brings out the anger, the desire, the wish or the secret. It's a nice 
way to pass the time. Did I mention the joke that I share with Scott?
That's a good one. Scott hid Hank's Twinkies one day. Everyone thought it was 
Bobby. While Hank was grilling Bobby for the whereabouts of his beloved snack 
(and I've seen him sneak into the kitchen for those cakes so many times I have, 
quite frankly, lost count) Scott looked at me and we shared the smallest of 
conspiratorial smiles. I don't know why Scott did it but I have never been one 
to reason why. I'm really just an observer.
I do remember thinking that if one hung around long enough one would eventually 
see everything. Shh! Here comes Charles!
The soft hum of the hoverchair quietly announced Charles' arrival in the foyer. 
He paused in front of the large foyer mirror and looked at it thoughtfully. It 
had hung in his family's mansion for two generations. Charles met his own eyes 
in the mirror and a small smile crept across his face. He pointed at his 
reflection. "I know what you're thinking!"
Chuckling softly, Charles exited the foyer in the direction of the kitchen.
See what I mean? Hang around long enough and you see everything.